Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 210 Smashed Crazy

Afternoon, in the alleys of Beitang Street.

The man in yellow rushed past Chen Shu and ran desperately out of the alley.

Chen Shu followed closely behind, but worried that the other party might act desperately and hurt innocent bystanders, so he deliberately kept his distance, secretly intending to let him escape.

According to recent years' internal police regulations, in the event of a sudden escape by a fugitive, such as someone who breaks through a checkpoint, unless there are extremely special circumstances, the police generally will not risk causing greater damage to others or the environment by rashly pursuing the suspect.

A head-on approach to arrest someone is definitely the worst option. Whether or not there are specific conditions, the suspect should be in the open while the police are in the shadows, taking advantage of the suspect's inattention to apprehend them in one fell swoop using superior numbers, information, and equipment.

The net of justice is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it; if they don't catch them this time, there will be another time. However, if a series of unfortunate events occur during the police pursuit, the officer will bear enormous responsibility.

The man in yellow, returning the way he came, encountered the garbage truck blocking the alley again. This time, due to the long run and struggle, he no longer had the strength to climb over it and continue his escape as he had the first time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he quickly climbed onto the back of the garbage truck, pulled out a switchblade, pressed it against the sanitation worker's lower back, and said menacingly, "Get off here right now! Right now!"

The sanitation worker looked to be around fifty years old, with dark skin and a thin build. When the man in yellow bullied him, he was stunned and didn't react for a long time. He just sat on the seat of the tricycle, groaning "Ah ah ah" for a while, without moving his feet at all.

The man in the yellow shirt was caught between a rock and a hard place, and could only watch helplessly as the young policeman walked to the back of the truck bed. But the policeman was not as angry and shouting as he had been at first. Now he just stood behind the truck and stared straight at him, neither climbing up nor saying anything.

Apart from his heavy breathing, there was no other sound in the alley.

He turned to stare at the policeman standing behind him, slowly retracted the switchblade he had been holding to the sanitation worker's lower back, unlocked it, and put it back in his pocket. He swallowed hard, caught his breath, and leaped over the truck bed, jumping down and continuing to run out of the alley.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Given even the slightest chance of escape, a normal criminal suspect would not choose to confront the police directly.

Knowing the situation well, Chen Shu waited for the man in yellow to run away before climbing over the garbage truck and casually pulling a rusty threaded steel pipe from the truck bed. As he passed the sanitation worker, he patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Sir, it's alright now. I'll return this pipe to you later."

Sanitation worker: Huh?

Just outside the alley was Beitang Street, the main road. This man in the yellow shirt was unlucky to run into Chen Shu, a policeman who had graduated from the police academy. At the police academy, anyone who could run five kilometers in under 21 and a half minutes couldn't graduate and become a policeman!

Generally speaking, due to years of working late nights and irregular schedules, the physical condition of grassroots police officers is worse than that of the average person. There's a joke in police academies: the physical training you do in school is for when you start working.

The man in the yellow shirt ran for three or four hundred meters on Beitang Street, at which point his speed noticeably decreased. He ran while panting heavily, glancing back a few times at the leisurely policemen following behind him.

Damn it! When did he start carrying a steel pipe?!
The man in yellow looked frightened, but he could only keep running. He ran and ran until he had less and less strength left. No matter how many steps he took while holding his breath, or how many steps he stopped to catch his breath, the policeman behind him always kept a steady distance, occasionally turning the steel pipe he was holding a few small turns.

He was somewhat desperate.

As dusk approached, Chen Shu kept the man in yellow suspended about seven or eight meters away. This distance allowed him to quickly crush the man if he lost control and accidentally injured innocent bystanders, while also ensuring that Chen Shu had enough time to react to any sudden, "flying dagger" attacks from the man.

After a while, the man in yellow couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"I really can't run anymore, I surrender. I surrender."

Chen Shu slowly approached, steel pipe in hand. Normally, he should have tossed the man a pair of handcuffs and let him cuff himself. But he was seething with anger, and the man in yellow had just walked right into his line of fire.

He circled behind the other person, strode forward, and struck him squarely on the back with a stick. "Ouch!"

The man in yellow let out a scream and fell to his side on the ground, covering his head with his hands, curling up in a ball, trembling.

Chen Shu then struck the blows several more times without regard for the consequences, seemingly venting his resentment towards criminals.

"Ah! Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"I...I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Help!"

"The police are beating people! The police are beating people!"

Chen Shu only stopped hitting him when his arm was trembling. Looking at the other person's barely breathing appearance, his mind kept replaying the image of his junior brother, Xiao Yang, smiling and greeting him.

After ten years of hard study, he was admitted to the provincial police academy with a score high enough for a first-tier university. He then lived a quasi-military life in college, working from 6 am to 10 pm. It took him three years to finally graduate and show his talent.

However, he was fooled by these social scumbags and left in despair.

It's not worth it, it really isn't worth it.

At this moment, Chen Shu wanted to catch all the illegal and criminals in the world.

"Pah, you trash!"

After all, police officers are human too, and it's normal for them to occasionally let their personal emotions get in the way of their work.

But it is also a manifestation of incompetence.

Throwing away the steel pipe, Chen Shu pressed down on his knee to flip the man in yellow over and subdue him. He pulled out the man's belt to tie his hands behind his back, and after controlling him, he took out the switchblade that the man had put in his pocket and put it in his own pocket.

Then I called the police station. The on-duty officer arrived in less than ten minutes.

During this time, dozens of onlookers gathered around, some of whom even took out their phones to record the scene.

Wang Chongming was on duty today, and he arrived with two auxiliary police officers. As soon as they got out of the car, they pushed through the crowd and handcuffed the man in the yellow shirt.

Seeing that the man was covered in dust, looked unsteady on his feet, and needed the help of an auxiliary police officer to stand up, Wang Chongming turned to him and asked, "What happened?"

Chen Shu glanced at the surrounding crowd, took out the switchblade from his pocket, and handed it to Wang Chongming: "There are people shouting 'robbery' up ahead, and this guy is carrying a knife. Have someone go into that building and ask around; he should be on the second floor. Let's go back to the station first."

After searching the man again and confirming that he had no dangerous items, Wang Chongming put him in the car and drove away from the scene.

Chen Shu walked to the side, picked up the steel pipe he had used to hit the man, and returned to the alley entrance where he saw the sanitation worker still standing there waiting.

He quickly walked over, gently placed the steel pipe in his hand into the back of the sanitation worker's truck, and patted the old man's arm: "Thanks, sir. I'm sorry about earlier."

(End of this chapter)